“Dang me if I don’t try the new-fangled thing,” said Max, and hunting up the chemical preparation he hastened to attach it to a stick.
He applied a light to it, and with a loud whizz away went the brilliant signal-light in the air.
High up towards the heavens sped the lurid dart of flame, and many eyes beheld its flight with wonder.
Anxiously Mustang Max scanned the heavens.
“If that boy sees my light he’ll know enough to answer it,” muttered the tall chap. “He’s a terror when he drives that Steam Horse of his, and I wouldn’t be a bit afraid to charge them cusses out yonder if I had him to back me up with that consarn.”
He was looking all around the dark sky as he spoke.
The light of his very brilliant rocket had died away.
Suddenly, from the far southwest, there appeared an answering rocket.
“There it is,” cried Mustang Max.
Grandly it sailed up into the air, its course marked by dropping points of parti-colored flame; and, then, with a graceful curve, it slowly descended and died away.